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Holiday Season Flashback #1   Leave a comment

Chase's 1st Christmas-72.jpgChase Morris, December 24, 2004 — Image by kenne

“Listen to the mustn’ts, child. Listen to the don’ts.

Listen to the shouldn’ts, the impossibles, the won’ts.

Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me…

Anything can happen, child.

Anything can be.”

― Shel Silverstein

Wild Burro Canyon Wall   Leave a comment

Wild Burro Canyon HikeWild Burro Canyon Wall — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Wild Burro Canyon

A canyon for Christmas time —

Safe for saguaros.

— kenne

 

My First Digital Christmas Card   1 comment

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAMy First Digital Christmas Card (December 15, 2001) — Computer Art by kenne

Tis the Season of Joy!

Christmas 2018 Bartop Still Life   Leave a comment

Maker's Mark Still Life-Edit-1-blogChristmas 2018 Bartop Still Life — Photo-Artistry by kenne

We have lived at Tanuri Ridge
These eight Christmas years.
No Christmas trees over the years,
Instead, we add Holiday touches
To art, plants, whiskey bottles —
Our world exceeds stillness.

— kenne

Which One Is The Real James   1 comment

 

 

 

 

James is a challenge to photograph — Images by kenne

The quiet of Christmas morning,
everyone is still asleep as the sun
comes through the front windows

where the traveling bonsai trees,
Fica and Camellia, cast their shadows
on the table under the windows.

The smell of fresh coffee brewing
made special this morning, having
mixed in mocha with the Pike Place.

Later, the dogs enter the kitchen
having concluded their mistress
isn’t getting up to let them out.

Checking the Weather Channel App
having added towns where
family and friends live

from coast to coast,
Kate in the Northeast
and Lisa in the Northwest

are experiencing
the white Christmas
others can only dream.

— kenne

All Tangled-Up On Christmas   2 comments

Sunsets-River Trails-Jazz InstituteAll Tangled-Up — Image by kenne

Some days it is tough
To get your act together
Being tangled-up.

— kenne

Christmas Full Moon, December 2012   1 comment

Christmas 2012Christmas Full Moon, December 2012 — Image by kenne

I’m posting this image from 2012 because this year there’s not going to be a Christmas full moon.
This year the December full moon was on the 3rd and January 2018 will have two full moons.

December full moon
Appeared early in the month
Now no Christmas moon —

Boomer!

— kenne

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL   5 comments

Jaxon's Xmas Tree CARDArtwork by Kenne Jaxon Bailey (December 2017)

For many years I have used Photoshop to create electronic Christmas cards.
This year I am collaborating with our five-year-old kindergarten grandson, Jaxon.
Maybe I’ve started a tradition!

In the paper
in the scissors
in the lines
in the colors
in the string of lights
in the wonder of his eyes —
JAXON —
in the star.

— kenne j. & kenne g.

Christmas Decorations In The Desert   Leave a comment

D500 PhotosChristmas Decorations In the Desert — Image by kenne

My Favorite Christmas Gift   4 comments

Balance Cactus (1 of 1) art blogBalancing Cactus — Image by kenne

This year we celebrated Christmas with family in Houston and my favorite gift was “Balancing Cactus”. OK, so it’s not a saguaro, but it’s a lot of fun to play with — for children 3 and older.

kenne

A Texas Christmas   5 comments

Christmas Tree Art_blogA Texas Christmas — Image by kenne (Back in Tucson from the holidays in Texas.)

The Night Before Christmas…Texas Style

‘Twas Christmas Eve in Texas, when all ‘cross th’ ranch,
Not one critter was stirrin’, not even a branch;

Th’ boot-socks were hung from barbed wire with care,
In hopes that th’ tops this year would not tear;

Th’ kids were all tucked up like cows in a shed,
While dreamin’ of baked goods like cookies and bread;

Mom hung up her Stetson by my worn Resistol,
Took off boots, jeans and belts then in bed we did fall,

When out by th’ barn there was all sorts of clangin’
We jumped up right quick to see what was a bangin’.

Grabbed up our rifles and dressed quick like hustlers,
Grabbed ammo ‘n’ shotguns case it was rustlers.

Moon glow on tin roof shined by sand blowin’ hard
Gave enough light for seein’ and showed th’ farmyard,

We ‘uns concluded we was a seein’ thangs
Like, an old worn-out stagecoach pulled by eight green-broke mustangs,

With a great big ol’ driver, who held a tight rein,
we sure knew right quickly it must be John Wayne.

Much faster than bullets his horses sure came,
Still he whistled, and shouted, and yelled out each name:

“Now Pitchfork! now Pickup! now, Chisum and Dallas!
On, Haybale! on, Hairball! on, Lonestar and Texas!

Right over th’ leech field! and on past th’ well pump
Now gee-up and yee-haw, git ready to jump!”

Like tumbleweeds scurry when tornadoes whirl by,
When they just go and head skyward, up they sure fly.

Yep, up to th’ rooftop them horses strivin’,
with that stage full of toys, and th’ Duke a drivin’

In just a short moment we heard on th’ roof
Th’ stomping and stamping of each unshod hoof.

As we threw on our hats, and were heading downstairs,
John Wayne kicked in the front door which fell on two chairs.

Was dressed like a sheriff, from his hat to his boots,
And his clothes were all showin’ deep-down western roots;

Saddle bag of toys he had flung ‘cross his back,
and small things stuffed in pockets too much for his pack.

His eyes how they squinted! his pistol how gleamin’!
His badge was all shiny, his neck scarf tied streamin’!

His shirt unbuttoned, with th’ flap hanging down
And th’ jut of his chin was as fierce as his frown;

His rifle he held onto tight in his hand,
‘Til he got a good feel for the lay of the land;

He had broad shoulders which carried quite a load in
And shook when he laughed as his face creased with a grin.

He was handsome and tall, a legend come to life,
And we sure liked what we saw both me ‘n’ th’ wife.

Him winkin’ at Mom and a noddin’ his head
Made us glad we did not get Santa instead.

He drawled a few words, but he mostly just worked,
Filled boot-socks with oranges and meat, spicy-jerked,

And waving his hand in gesture well known,
Crashed through a window just as if he was thrown;

He sprang to his coach, toward his team the whip cracked,
Away they all galloped as if some injuns attacked.

But we all heard him shout, as he started to go,
“Howdy, Pardner, all y’all, saddle up, wagons ho!”

Suzann Darnall

Old Pueblo Christmas   Leave a comment

 

Old Pueblo Christmas_art blogOld Pueblo Christmas — Computer Art by kenne

Enhancing the color
of Sonoran Desert scenes

is not necessary,
but something I can’t resist —
not that it’s better,
it’s just mine!

— kenne

MERRY CHRISTMAS —

PEACE AND LOVE TO ALL!

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